My little snugglebug is now 4 months old. Time just won’t slow down for me to enjoy him longer. We went to the doctor yesterday for his shots… what an adventure.
Now, I have a phobia of long needles. I can’t look at them or my knees get all rubbery. Sewing needles and the like are fine, and I have two tattoos, go figure. Anyway, the Boy needed to get five shots. FIVE. Ugh. He was fine on the first two, distracted by my keys. I made the mistake of glancing over at the nurse as she was about to do the third shot.
All I could think was “That needle is longer than my son’s leg is wide.”
Then I quickly looked away and tried to keep on my feet and comfort my son who suddenly realized, “Hey! There’s someone stabbing me with inches of sharp pointy metal and then SHOOTING stuff into me!” Fortunately, the nurse is very good and fast, and I was able to sit down and give him a comfort nursing before we left.
Thank goodness for baby tylenol, that’s all I can say. His poor little legs were very uncomfortable for him, and he slept all the way home. He woke up several times during the night, and made some terrific humming-whining noises. Heartbreakingly cute.
Today he has giant welts on his legs. Poor thing.
The doctor kind of threw me for a loop too. “Don’t forget,” he says casually as he’s prodding and listening and checking. “At five months we start solid food.”
Somehow in the midst of all the hubbub of moving and money and everything else, I forgot that my son will be needing more than the boobahs VERY soon.
Do we have a high chair? No. Baby utensils? Uh… no. Baby dishes? Nope. Well what DO we have?
Bibs. We have TONS of bibs.
I’m currently shopping for a high chair and all that other stuff. I have dreams of making my own baby food, but… we’ll see. I still need to get a microwave and food processor. Thank goodness for tax stimulus checks. Damn crappy gas prices though. I hate money.